The first day we took the Denali tour, we were lucky enough to sit behind a cool couple from Tennessee who were like World Champion Wildlife Spotter Dudes. Seriously, they've been coming here every summer for like 8,000 years and can detect a mosquito landing on a squirrel from 2 miles away.

So, we were super excited when they called out WOLVES! Everybody packed to the correct side of the bus and peered out over the tundra. Our friends shouted out a complicated set of spotting instructions in an alien language, "just down from the second drainage, behind those willows!"

And we peered. And we peered. And Gus started taking random shots of the entire field.

And, nothing.

And, later, at home, we squinted at the pictures on the laptop, blown up, CSI style.

And, nothing.

Being the imaginative sort, I started calling the spot "The Valley of the Imaginary Wolves."

But then on the second day, we had a repeat of the exact same events. When, and I swear to god this is true, I saw one of the black spots MOVE.

Gus once again pored over the field with a telephoto, and saw ... Nothing.

But then later at the hotel, gus was going over the pix and saw this - A WOLF SHAPED ROCK YAY!